A/n

This is a Sideswipe x reader story.
WARNING: I do not own Transformers or you!

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The two of you change the topic to jobs, and a choked laugh leaves your lips at the thought of telling the red mech about your job as a femme fatale.

"I do pest control?" You state. More of a question than a statement but he doesn't seem to notice.

The stars twinkle above you, casting a shine on your f/c armor.
Without you realising it, Sideswipe gazes at your sleek, shiny armor with a stupid grin on his face.